To take it a step further would mean truly belonging to the mythological Immortal Gods.
But in reality, for ordinary cultivators, a Primordial Spirit Master is already akin to a mythological existence.
Each one possesses an incredibly long lifespan.
At this moment, Zhang Jian frowned as he watched that strike. He did not make a move; he noticed there was another concealed powerhouse in front of Dongling Square.
He was recently stirred, mainly because this powerhouse revealed a sliver of his presence.
This trace of presence was extraordinarily magnificent.
In Zhang Jian's sight, as that ghostly light appeared at the center of Emperor Jingwu's brow, it came within a hair's breadth from him, yet it could not advance an inch further.
The void had completely twisted, revealing an endless chaos manifesting around, transforming the immense square into a terrifying, fragmented space.
A vast true intent of chaos spread out.
